13. PARANOIA. [I_NY.] (The New York Way)

I hear no voices in my head And from what I can tell There are none, Only frequencies, And frequencies, And frequencies And recently I've been eating Whatever it is that suits me, Though not whenever And everyday I wish I were A little bit better off A little less bitter A little higher up A little lighter skin A little lighter, Like a feather Wish Misinformed imperfection Military introspection Complexities and such Division and acknowledgement Of no higher power other than One's own Sacred stones; Sorry stories, Sinister canisters of Abandonment Unintentional neglect, depression Non-representation Don't participate in it, If there's nothing there for you Fair hero, Your story was worn in As your uniform, Not new and polished at all And in disposition, regulation, But already threaded to have been Camped in, and eventually— Left to die, then Recovered autonomously. Riverbend, will you wither here In less than a year, I beg for death And still was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed; Still, I was pardoned —still, I was sacrificed. I had not expected to hang this low Without having been picked Or falling to seed anew. I had not bittered, nor broken Nor bittered, nor broken And still I was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed Still I was pardoned, and still I was sacrificed Death comes in tolls Knock the door once Death comes in soft warnings I didn't want to hurt her; I didn't want to harm her Suddenly my heart died, Suddenly on front lines with no boots And no armor, No shield and no cannons, No sword at all, and still I was pardoned I had not bittered, nor broken Nor bittered, nor broken And still I was pardoned, Still I was sacrificed Still I was pardoned, and still I was sacrificed Secrets of the Illuminati Elite. Kamala. Mm. When was the last time you cried? —. … —I— have never cried. I believe you. {Enter The Multiverse} I hadn't been planning on writing at all, and leaving the house—the last time I had taken the risk of doing so on such a day, I was nearly trampled by beady eyed racists in MAGA hats and star spangled banner t-shirts— glared, shoved and patonized—and what's worse— I had been 8 months pregnant. Maybe it was worse in that aspect, I was part of the problem. But— What was the actual problem again? Never ever pay you fares for ferry, fairy monster Never prick for pixies, golden dust and megapixels, Whimsical, into the ore and out of the forest, Disassociate before it's too late! The propaganda of the product. The human American. The human— American. dare I to wander? Dare I to dream! Then I was wicked; I was wicked I was wicked I had grown so dark And so tall the tree Still untouched by any or all Still untouched by mankind, it is Still untouched by mankind, by many By many By many By many By many. Bye Annie. Buy again Buy buy baby Buy all you can while you still come Christmas is coming Out and unleashed is the dragon How's that spiced cider And a song, For your coloring books and Maps to scale Your coloring books And maps to scale Wayfinder Wayfinder Bury you hither Bury you hidden Hypocrisy, hypocracy Hydroponic cry for help A wish to window seat Then, and there Then, and there Northernbound, Wayfinder The end of us The taking of tire marks. Just a smidgen armegeddon of corn syrup And tears on the brink of falling over the shores to the well The velvet windows, winds on lips and colors red on purple Color red on purple Hypocrisy! Wait for it, Wait to call the number Wait to up the bridge To tie the noose To hang from rope Hypocrisy! A far cry. The way to the wind is the chalice. There it was, the ocean, And still sparked untruth from foraged windspoke There were 5 of us there And then four And then 5 once more And now 9 we have gathered. More coffee. I'm gonna fucking kill myself. Finally. More coffee? Might as well be awake for this. Another unremarkable opera From the democrat Waiting conversavive Republican Oh, no Bananas are always in season Oh, right; There's always a time Where Mango fruit does indeed fall In full bloom In fall, doom and gloom Assumingly Tune in now, It's on every TV In the meridian It's on every channel In the Bermuda Triangle It's on every Christmas tree At the top each year— So, A star, Or an angel! A star, Or an angel. Preach Choir, And let us all revel In the absolute sweetness Of Drew Barrymore. Aw-men. Awwww man. Awwwwwwwwwwwewee And I'm in awe of it all Isn't it awful, how I could have bought a CBS sponsored waffle iron From Walmart But instead invested in ending this depression Single-handedly with home remedies Of medication And botanicals From the garden of Eden forgotten, Perhaps only as steady inward, or in reverse As I had thought to run or shuffle A Madonna (That's roughly 7 miles) There were ten of us there, Then nine, Then none at all, Now ten again, Before only 5 and then 4 And then 3, Two of them none, and nine become one Against another And again, the atom has split Lightning has stuck God has come The song is sung, I'm still strung up on the rafters, Or what have you What a beautiful and pitiful Jack o'lantern What a disaster, after all— There was no end. Whatsoever! Ring the division bell, Come around now, Download the abounding Clocks set forward And moving in circular motion Clouded judgement, now, Hounding is the crown of a thought Though heavy is the gold in which has made the kingdom, There was love in words And food for throught And foreign tongue, Born outright fury, Fury Fury Hands down, master, Does not that ask I Of what you now now comes next Farewell bid you , I In the where-well I parted, Never once a king, but a god And never once a man, But a time Willing and ready for attack, goes the king Waiting and running full force into front lines Sure to be killed in battle, But killed in honor Of those come before And now waiting to be born, also So take it next to sacrament, On uour alter With your sacred prayers and scented candles What we are and the time we came, What as, The tails of asunder, The other world of wonder l l l Come chorus, Come choir, Come individual countrymen Come focus this attention deficit, This intrinsic thought form, Has indoctorined your subculture. Sim…sim…sim— why are they all sims? I don't know: This one's vaping essential oils. How do you know? I know the smell of a lavender and eucaputus oil blend. What does that mean? I must be at a spa somewhere. At a spa?! Sleeping to death? Could a been a slip and fall… They're very relaxing. …Equinox. What. Equinox fitness. I'm at.. Equinox fitness. You died at the equinox fitness? In the— steamroom. Are you sure it's not the sauna? Heavy on the eucalyptus oil. Then again, here I was Infinite and insecure, Unsure of anything but the establishment so far and just however everything you were Was nothing for gain and everything I was, Was just to be there. And again, easy for the mobs And ready for the torches and ready for the torture And ready for the rapture On hard diets and tied to our l forests. Forfitture. Misaligned and malnourished, Tied to our desks and wondering Unsolved problems and foreign language dialects, Social repressions and expressions of forgiveness, though somehow apologetic, Or with any indifference at all With any indifference at all . Something overcomes whatever we were in that moment And here we are, Again, Exactly what became of the thoughts you had for us— The things you gave us a name to You did make us And here in the suffer-he, We all fall, like water over Niagara Or the last rainfall on earth did. (The rains it never came again, And then the ocean turned to mud, And soon to dust, shortly thereafter in your time While in our time, The thing of light, Nothing really at all, But in your way, many lifetimes, and almost too many even to tie to your number, I. The most, you know, That you can hope for, my dear King, is a fair fight And then as it were, nothing at all were fair, In this life or any, But the skin and eyes of the enemy, The wool of the sheep of course, and the color of cotton. Therefore you shall too understand this music. And nothing my dear king begins without another ending, And all the same is nothing and everything Everyone and no one, Here and nowhere at all, And so it has come— And therefore, I too, shall understand these things again. Try to remember your honor, at the resting tip of the diamond, and at the unburdened idea of circumstance, The rush of August, the cinema tongue And cheek, The blood drawn and again the awakening, The fertile flower and the dove, And the greatness of all that was, which was— In my past, as you call now and present, But again also may come, in aptitude to darkness. Farewell, my great, my son and daughter, my king of glory, and farewell to change! Farewell to fall and farewell to spring, farewell to summer And very well gone are the oars of the boat which has sunken, and your oars, your arms, And your tide, my own A breath so shallow almost forgotten, To no wind a sail, And another great misfortune has come, To wonder besides us, What art thou. And then, what are I? If none. If none, I call, and If none, I shatter. If none, I fall, And if none, I shatter If none, I call And if none, I matter. Then. Then and so. Then and so very well All and all And all in all, we all were Abandoned. No trauma form, The faceless god. No trauma form, the faceless God, Unknowing of what the world's rules are, And of course, then coming Unknown at all to another, and yet To humankind, all knowing of all things And being embodied as one, Then another, and some all The faceless God, as we all are, The faceless God, whom we all mock And The Faceless God, free from the burden of trauma, In wanting and unknown, The truth in all things, Taking all forms and all bodies, As the time comes upon us, To walk towards the light and To free ourselves from all time In all ways. Steady, shook, and window watching She did not wave To die today. To die today. To die to day. Is to die at all, not once, but all times Forever. It'll come harder the next time I promise. At my wits, as the man who had sworn my death now some see fit to wear a crown, A crown such as I had earned, by death and by will But he, by birth and by blood and wrong done. Woe is this! Hellicopter, Hellicopter Spin me round right round to where you hand And as I gallantly had planned to cross, I still hadn't lay last I her embarques all for free and care of down down, now I see something like home, over water The water had music, And the waves had tongues, The smell of gas I cherished and did breathe deepl, as sudden to come, I was as far as I had ever been, and as lonely as I always was, but still, mi finally walk on water To lululu buy a song, No price, but with time does come the cost and to live as though I always was, here, before the land was born And the oceans had parted, as something known As just a thought {I_NY.} I don't want it that much, nor do I need it, And stillc here I am, Watching Madame President. Today ought to be the day for the occult, The hymn of the omens And all polished the dolls, waiting the words And worse off, Astonishing The seagulls song had sung The flight has flown The dance was talked about But never coreographed I never even saw the lighthouse; And you're just a face in the crowd Can you see yourself in me? Do you hope to, like I do you? I don't have that disaster. I really don't have that conquest. I doubt you'd the answer The system, the sacrifice, the annex, Get out of my alignment m Decide to assign you Resign your retirements For the full four for the full force The best place to live is La. , but next comes New York, if you're— [America Runs on Dunkin] I don't know where I was going Damn that train. —Actually, it was a boat. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©